I looked so hot. Or at least that was how I felt. I had just gone school shopping. I had one of those new plaid catholic girl skirts. A tight black T, and black platforms. My slim body fit perfectly into the new clothes. I couldn't wait for the first day to be done. I rushed out of the class before I was dismissed, a big no-no in public school. I slinked into my seat on the bus and anxiously waited for the rest of the students to crowd in.
I sat towards the front so that the males could get a good look at my long legs, which were outfitted in new black knee-highs. I looked out of the window nonchalantly as they packed in. I could feel the eyes of many hormone driven teens, as they (in my mind) groped me mentally. I pretended not to notice. Which I knew drove them crazy with desire. Finally the bus lurched forward. The turns were made slowly, as annoyed motorists tried quickly passing the bus to avoid getting delayed at one of the many stops.
My stop came. I slipped out of my seat and walked off the bus, making sure to swing my voluptuous hips to further taunt any roaming eyes and make any girl jealous of my natural femininity. I walked down the road, boldly looking in each car as it passed by to make sure they were looking with as much lust as I wanted them to feel. I lavished each time I saw my prophecy fulfilled. Finally at last I came to my girlfriends house at which I was supposed to be meeting her, my boyfriend, his friends, and a few other girls. They were all there. A little jealousy that they had rides home flared up in me until I realized again how good I looked; therefore it quickly died out.
We had a great time, teasing and flirting with each other. My boyfriend did not approve of public intimacy, so I kept my distance trying to look as irresistible as possible, at the same time uncaring with his affairs.
I don't know who started it first. But a water fight had ensued. Where my girlfriend, Cassie, and I took turns splashing each other but not really drenching the other. The summer heat still lingered; therefore it was a harmless little play fight. I had a brilliant idea after taking a quick bathroom break to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. I was going to sneak up behind Cassie with a glass of water and soak her thoroughly. Taking one long, admiring look in the mirror and smiling at my devious plan, I flipped off the light and headed for the kitchen. She was outside on the stairs to her apartment with her back to me… perfect. She was talking with my boyfriend and two others, who happened to be sitting on a cleft of dirt and rocks, facing the apartment. They saw me emerge from the house with the glass of water. Understanding my intentions, continued to pull my friends attention towards them, wanting to see my friend (who was my visual equal of the group, but a bit too short in my opinion) get very wet.
I snuck down the stairs, slowly and quietly, convincing myself that my ego primping I had done today was sufficient enough to rid me of any clumsy bones I may have had. She was five steps down from me.
One. She was still talking. Two. Not looking back. Three. She might have heard a noise…she turned slowly. My window was closing and fast. I hurried my steps misjudging the height of my new shoes and not quite used to walking, let alone running down the steps in them. The worst imaginable thing happened then. My shoe caught behind my calf and I was still four steps from the bottom of the stairwell. I tried to move my other foot in compensation and this resulted in my arms flailing above my head bringing the cup meant for her down upon my own head. Still falling, my skirt up in the air as I continued to tumble down the stairs. Even before I hit the bottom, I could hear the outpour of hysterical laughing. I lay on the ground. My pride, shoes, and spirit broken. I was as physically unable to pick myself up as I was of rebuilding my pride. My friends, if you could call them that, crowded around me, their faces taught with amusement and red with the effort to breath while laughing.
They then proceeded to act out my fall in slow motion making me look as silly as possible, and probably being quite accurate. I went inside taking not that my new knee-highs were ripped, revealing scraped knees. How attractive.